CHLOE
I could almost see the veins pulsating in Mark’s arms and head. Being in the arms of a transformed werewolf who could snap my neck at any time scared me so much I couldn’t move. A chill was continually running up my spine and every joint in my body was frightened stiff. Still I was focused on Mark.
Vincent’s effrontery infuriated him, even though there was an all out war between the both of them. I saw how fired he got when Vincent’s wolves first broke in. But it was different now. Seeing me in danger like this set something off in him like nothing before. His face was steely calm and his brow was furrowed and his upper lip twitched so slightly on the left side. His fingers were opened up and his claws were extending slowly. He looked like he
MARKNo. 1 Blackmouth avenue.That was the address in the book. The only writing in it we could make sense of .I drove in silence as Jane continued to scan through the little black book. She claimed to not have understood the writings but she kept scanning every page in the book very carefully. The only thing she could deduce was that it was an Ascension ritual, Forbidden magic that hasn’t been performed for centuries. If she had known Whatever that meant or anything else, she kept it to herself.My mind drifted back to Chloe. I thought about how we left and how she might have been feeling now and I gripped the stee
CHLOEI laid on the single bed with apprehension in my heart and yearning in my soul, actively worrying about things I couldn’t directly affect. Thoughts of Mackenzie, wracked me with emotions. And now Mark and my mom have gone headfirst into the unknown. It completely took me by surprise when the phone rang. I was tense but I moved towards the hotel phone and picked it.“Hello.” I said with my heart beating at an insane speed in my very ears.“Chloe? Is that you ? Thank God you are alright, is Jane there? How’s Mark?”Rachel’s voice reached my ears and I sobbed to hear her voice, it filled me with relief. But her rapid words came with an emergency that tensed me up as well.“Rachel we are fine, how are you guys? How’s Mackenzie?”She broke in tears and apologized barely coherently.“I am so sorry, Chloe. They attacked us at the Porters and took Mackenzie. I tried to stop them”, she sobbed, “I’m really sorry Chloe.”My blood ran cold as I heard one of the worst thing I could ever he
VINCENT “Boss, your daughter has been taken to your quarters.”I gave a barely perceptible nod to the werewolf who had just spoken, he’d been standing in front of me for about 5 minutes giving his report. And I’d only heard the last thing he said. It didn’t matter though, because in less than 24 hours Chloe would be here and my family could be whole again. Mark will be dealt with and my family shall once again boast peace. I allowed myself to relax a bit when I sniffed her presence.“If I didn’t know better I’d think you had no problems from merely looking at you sitting all relaxed there, son.”Of course, Mother chose this precise moment to come here and haggle with me. It was as though she couldn’t go days without her dose of hounding on me.“Need I remind you whom you address so carelessly?” I spat out with my back turned towards her.I could almost smell the amused look on her face as she dropped her purse on my table.“And who might that be, son?” she asked with a sarcastic smil
VINCENT “Uncle… you traitor” I winced and spat out through gritted teeth. Pascal just ignored me and walked over to my mother who was also huddled up in pain.“You made me a promise, Jacinta. One small thing I asked of you.”Pascal spoke very calmly but it was very obvious how mad he was. His eyes were bloodshot and despite being calm he had the aura of a walking hurricane in a three piece suit.I wondered what promise he was referring to, but I couldn’t focus through the pain. I could barely pay attention.“Don’t you dare touch her Pascal”, I screamed as loud as I could and tried to stand. Pascal didn’t even turn to look at me but the piercing pain in my head doubled instantly and I fell limp.“I… I didn’t …know” my mother breathed almost silently. The pain enunciated her every word, and it made me furious. The subtle but glaring fact that I could do exactly nothing about it made it worse.“You didn’t know!... really?”, Pascal scolded, hi
CHLOEI was so close to him I could see the tense rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. He took a step forward and I took one backwards. I could feel the heat of his displeasure come off him in waves.“Where pray tell, do you think you are going?”I knew he heard my conversation, at least part of it. So he already knew where I was going. And some part of me didn’t care. Not when it came to Mackenzie.“I am going to get my daughter back.” I said with steel in my voice I wasn’t aware I had. It shocked him a bit I could see. His expression changed from deadly menace to surprise.“And you think going back to him will get Mackenzie back?” He reasoned.“ I’ve known Vincent longer than you have. I’ve seen parts of him you have never seen, and I tell you this Chloe because I love you. Don’t go to him.”I couldn’t believe my ears, Mark just told me he loved me, he had shown me that over the last couple of weeks. Till he said it a moment ago, I never really realized how much I’d wanted to hear i
CHLOEMere moments before, I’d been ready to leave them all behind when the very air around us sizzled as Pascal Dennison made an appearance, he told us to leave the Porter’s house, which was fine with me, I was already leaving. Till he looked at me directly for what felt like the first time and said.“ If I were you, I wouldn’t go to Vincent’s, not right now at least. I just left there. Let’s just say I left him and Jacinta in sour moods. But you can’t stay here either.”And for what felt like an eternity, he and Jane simply stared at each other, with a mixture of emotions written on my mother’s face. He turned and left without saying a word, while my mother looked as angry as a tempest.Jane had decided that it wasn’t safe for us to remain in town. Mark commented on having connections out of town, enough for us to get a pretty decent safehouse. He made some calls and before long we were in his car on our way out of Drewsy.Tension in the car was so palpable I could almost taste it.
CHLOEMy heart almost beat out of my chest as I got down from the taxi at the warehouse Vincent had planned for us to meet. It looked mostly abandoned apart from the fact that one of the bay doors was open and there was light coming out of it.For a brief moment, I thought about what my mum would think… and mark. I quickly shook the thought out of my head. The only thing that mattered was Mackenzie and I didn’t need anyone to come to my rescue. As I got closer to the bay doors, I noticed the area was crawling with Vincent’s goons, some were even humans armed with guns.Why did he need so much man power with me? Or didn’t he trust me that I’d come alone?The men didn’t speak a word to me as I walked past, some barely even regarded me. Vincent was at the center there with a makeshift dinning table and a single chair having dinner.“You’re late, Chloe.”, He muttered without looking up from his plate. “I’m just glad you made it.”“Where's
MARKWe pulled over at the address given to us by Jeff. The ride over here was monotonous and dull, my insides were a flurry of emotions, unease at meeting a member of my biological family while, at the same time, my heart bled from the whole exchange with Chloe. Hurt like I’d never felt before coursed through my very veins, making me want to transform and rage through the countryside for three days straight, like I used to back in the day, Whenever Jacinta took it upon herself to show me how “generous” she was by raising me, her husband’s bastard son, Or in the days after Pascal left and my father’s passing. All these feelings triggered by her words.The power this woman had over me scared me. My feelings for her scared me more than I’d ever admit. She wanted to go back to the father of her child, A familial bond that I have never had. Even with my father alive, I was still always a bit of an outsider. Never completely a son, a bastard son, or a stepson, never completely a brother.